The light at the end of the road..
The Light at the end of the road We know it is there, and we know that it will comes to all of us. Yet we could not be more oblivious. The end is shrouded in so much mystery for we have never been there. What is out there? Does it not give you the chills just by thinking about it? There are so many answers to what is out there at the very end but we might as well be blind people trying to comprehend what the colour white is when we come to talk of it. It might be a white light, a flashback of the life as we lived it... Then would we go on? Do we just cease to be? Just like a light bulb burning out, leaving nothing but an empty shell devoid of its previous luminescence behind? The thought itself is too appalling to even have. How can we think of a time when we would not think? Of a time when we would not feel? Of knowing no warmth or cold, no light or dark, no sound or silence? To me it is frightening. I suppose you would agree as well. But would we be extinguished at the end?